Two little kids

I have been waiting for this so desperately for last couple of months. Finally it is here and I started packing today. I am flying friday night for a much awaited break. I will be there for a month, yes one complete month! It has been so hard to concentrate for last few days at work. This also means that I won’t be writing in the next month, but rest assured will be back with many little stories.

My wife and my 8 month old (yes, 8 months already, time doesn’t even need a reason to fly by) will be there at the delhi airport to pick me up. On one hand, I am excited to see my little bundle of joy again and on the other hand I have slight emotional anxiety that he would not recognize me. Or, could he think that I am just back from a long day at the office and giggle the same way he used to every day when I came back in the evening. Every time I call back there, I can hear him making all kind of noise, but as soon as my wife puts the phone close to his ears, he goes completely silent, puzzled and confused. Does he still remember my voice? Dying to see you dear and yes I know mamma doesn’t play the dadda’s game with you. Just start counting to the twentieth diaper now and I promise the next one will be on me.



Did I mention two kids? It has to be my kiddy brother. He is getting married!! Come on, he is still a kid, how could he get married? He still looks like a kid when he sleeps, how he would know what it means to manage a family etc. Yes I know, he has grown a little taller than me, shaves his beard occasionaly, works, has a bank account in his name and lives in a big city all by himself. He says, he has grown up by all means. Whatever. You will always be my kiddy bro, lets have a blast and make it a time to remember.